Evidently it’s one thing to accept Vasquez’s offer; it’s an entirely different thing to accept his help. He watches Vasquez move around the room, gathering up his resolve like water collects other droplets on a window pane. It’s odd, it’s worrying, and Faraday’s jaw tics as he forces himself to swallow his own pride.
At Vasquez’s prompting, as Vasquez’s hand rests against his shoulder and hip, Faraday resists for a few seconds – mostly out of stubbornness – but he lays himself down on the bed, eyes narrowed as he watches Vasquez’s every move. Faraday feels exposed in a way he doesn’t quite appreciate. He trusts the other man with his life – that much was certain – but their current positions are precarious. It’s like wandering out onto the frozen surface of a lake, wondering if the ice will bear their weight, each step tentative and wary.
But soon enough, Vasquez sets in, fingers digging into the knotted muscle, and a pained grunt punches itself out through gritted teeth. It hurts, it aches, and even if Faraday knows it’s for the best, his initial instinct is to lash out, to curl up an protect himself like a wounded animal. He doesn’t, though, instead forcing his hands to twist into the covers on the bed, knuckles turning white and bloodless with the strength of his grip.
“I ain’t that delicate,” Faraday bites out. “It’s fine.”
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Date: 2017-09-08 05:20 pm (UTC)At Vasquez’s prompting, as Vasquez’s hand rests against his shoulder and hip, Faraday resists for a few seconds – mostly out of stubbornness – but he lays himself down on the bed, eyes narrowed as he watches Vasquez’s every move. Faraday feels exposed in a way he doesn’t quite appreciate. He trusts the other man with his life – that much was certain – but their current positions are precarious. It’s like wandering out onto the frozen surface of a lake, wondering if the ice will bear their weight, each step tentative and wary.
But soon enough, Vasquez sets in, fingers digging into the knotted muscle, and a pained grunt punches itself out through gritted teeth. It hurts, it aches, and even if Faraday knows it’s for the best, his initial instinct is to lash out, to curl up an protect himself like a wounded animal. He doesn’t, though, instead forcing his hands to twist into the covers on the bed, knuckles turning white and bloodless with the strength of his grip.
“I ain’t that delicate,” Faraday bites out. “It’s fine.”